Once, I figured the dates back, and decidedthat I'd been conceived on that holiday. I'd heard about their comingdown late from their room, and guessed... that they had made love. They weresitting having coffee before making the decision as to whether to spendthe rest of the day on the beach, by the pool, or taking an excursioninto a nearby village, when a stranger came into the courtyard screamingthat a tsunami was coming, and people should make for the highest point.My parent's room was on the. She asked me how long I would be home and what I had been up to. I told her I mostly visited with some family and caught up with some of my friends from school, and was just taking it easy. Renee had maneuvered herself to the base of the steps, which was basically between my shins. “You must be getting a lot of attention from the girls these days,” she said. I told her that I had broken up with my girlfriend before leaving for the Army, and wasn’t looking for another one until I got settled. Limited," Pamela murmured reluctantly. "I have six, maybe eight weeks." Yeah," Alan grunted. "Well, to be fair, the other factors would probably have driven a decision in that amount of time, anyway. The baby isn't necessarily driving THAT train." Alan paused a moment. "It appears that I have veto powers." Yes. Sort of. By default." Pamela wouldn't meet his eyes."I can't allow the child to run things - it wouldn't be fair to US!" Alan announced. At Pamela's cringe, he continued, "We're going to. “Well, that’s good, now, isn’t it?”, I said as I proceeded to softly press and rub her arms.“Hmm”, her voice faded as she closed her eyes and started enjoying the entirely brotherly (or so she thought) massage she was getting.I knew these next moments were crucial to getting her on bed with me and I only get one chance.I continued massaging her arms and slowly went up to her neck. Now came the part where I was treading thin ice. Enjoying the sound of her breaths and the feeling of her breathing.